My husband died of cancer in our home in his own bed, as his choice when it became clear treatment would do no good. The natural process of the disease was alleviated by good hospice care (ad lib pain relief) and the fact that he was in our home, we were together, our family and friends visited, our priest visited often, and his personal privacy and dignity were not assaulted.
There was nothing of euthanasia about it, although we discussed the possibility. He chose natural death among loved ones, cared for by loved ones.
A good death, our priest said. The death of a good man. I can only hope for something like that for myself.
What you describe is almost identical to my grandfather’s death of pancreatic cancer two years ago.
He was 87 years old and by the time the cancer was discovered, it was too far advanced for any treatment. He went home and had wonderful around-the-clock care from a hospice program run by a group of nuns. They made him as comfortable as they could and a month before he died he even had a birthday party.
Two days before he passed away, he became unconscious. The nuns took turns saying the Rosary at his bedside. About a minute before he died he regained consciousness, he saw the sisters and his family and smiled, he mouthed the words, “Mother of God” and then closed his eyes and died. NOTHING could be more dignified.